To Become

a true story where the main character is you... have you reached the ending yet?

Submitted:Feb 10, 2013
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Today is like any other day, any
other Sunday. You woke up, got dressed, got in your car, then
drove to church. Not that you really believe in God or anything,
but there's people out there you want to keep happy. They call
you 'Christian', they expect this of you. So you do it. Better
give a few hours up every Sunday then spend countless fighting
with other people about your 'soul', right?

The worship music was done with,
and the sermon is coming to an end. But, like every week, there's
and alter call to sit through still. You don't know why, it just
bothers you to see others going up there crying. As if somethings
really moving in them. as if their really getting saved.

What a bunch of
idiots...you somehow manage to keep your annoyance from
showing, endure it, just endure it... your eyes scan the
pews at all the people still sitting, your eyes meet those of a
teenage girl sitting a little ways away from you. You can tell
she is annoyed by the alter call, too. She's just like
you.

And then you hear a scream.

Everything around you changes; the
lights grow dimmed, the room shrinks, the walls turn into gray
brick, the floor beneath you is dirt. Your pew is no longer
there, you are standing in a filthy corner of a dungeon. The
scream echos again, you cover your ears but can't keep it out,
you search for the source. Your eyes frantically look around. You
see the girl again. But she's different in this room.

Heavy chains are rapped around her
wrists and ankles, they hold her to the wall so she cannot
escape. She wipes fat tears off her dirty cheeks with shaky
hands, she's clearly in pain. Another scream breaks free from her
mouth, this time you make out a word.

"no!" her body is thrown
against the wall by an unseen force, the invisible is holding her
by her neck choking her. Off instinct you rush to help her, but
you feel something pull at your wrists. When you look down you
find you, too, are chained. You think this impossible- but deep
inside you knew these chains have always been there. A broken sob
fills the air followed by unearthly laughter. The girl is thrown
to the ground, you close your eyes not wanting to see her broken
body lay there.

Watch

a voice, gentle and small,
whispers. You don't want to obey, but you do anyways. When you
open your eyes you see that you and the girl are truly not alone
in this room. You see your captures.

The creatures, for they are no
where near human, are hideous in nature. Scales line their bodies
and horns protrude from their heads. Claws, boils, wounds,
blisters... their bodies are that of nightmare. They don't seem
to see you, their focus is the girl. The defenseless, broken,
weak, frail little girl... one of the creatures picks her up
again, she screams and lashes out trying to fight it off, but
she's no match against the monster. With it's sharp claws it
slashes her stomach. Another scream comes from her. You watch in
horror as she withers onto the ground. She shakes, screams, and
fights back.

She kicks, swings her arms back and
forth trying to hit them, but the chains are so heavy and her
body is so weak that she can't do any damage. They laugh, almost
like snakes and lions, at her feeble attempts. Your blood boils
in white hot rage at their cruelty. They continue to torture her,
hit her, slash her. The more you watch the more you come to
realize that they are the definition of evil.

Demons

the reality of who they are comes
to you, your breath stops, your heart skips several beats, fear
grows in your core making you shiver. Demons, they're demons. You
never believe in hell, in satan. You always thought it was some
guy in a red suit with little horns that sat on your shoulder,
not this. These... these were the real demons. They were
monsters, hideous and evil in nature. Pure hatred radiated off
their bodies and through their gaze. To them, mercy was
none-existent, they hated that girl and they made sure that hate
went into every blow.

The girl starts to scream out
again, but this time she manages sentences.

"why? Why do you let them do
this to me? Why hasn't anyone saved me? Where is your church,
God? Where are the ones who are suppose to lead me? Why wont they
make this stop? Why wont you make this stop?" he voice
broke, sobs shook her body. Then, in a voice that was almost to
quiet for you to hear, she whispers- "I need you Jesus. Please,
save me..." instantly, a blinding light fills the room, but yet
you can still see. The demons shriek in their turn of agony as
the light hits them; they flee from it and disappear not being
able to withstand it. Before your very eyes a man appears in
front of the girl. You notice that the light doesn't come from
him. It is him. Joy, peace, love, the emotions fill the
room bringing you to your knees. Tears fall from your eyes for
you know these all come from him. The girl looks up puzzled and
joyful at the same time.

"who are you?" she asks in wonder,
the man smiles. When he does, it is the most beautiful and
perfect smile you've ever seen. He laughs and touches her cheek
tenderly.

"i'm the one who has come to set
you free," his voice is full of love, compassion, joy, and
longing for the girl in front of him. His free hand touches the
chains around the girl, they fall from her. The man pulls her
into his arms without hesitation and holds her tight. "my
daughter, I don't care what you've done or where you've been. I
want you, it's never to late to come home to me...." you sob anew
knowing his words aren't for her alone, but for you as well, "my
name," he pauses lifting his gaze from her to meet your eyes, "is
Jesus."

the room spins, changes.

Your back in the church, in your
pew, you're still looking into the girls eyes. But not for long.
Tears flow over and spill down her checks, heavy laughter comes
from her uncontrollably as she gets up and moves from her pew.
She barely makes it to the alter before her legs give out and she
falls to her knees. Though words do not come out, you can see her
begging Jesus to become her Lord and savior.

A strange longing overtakes you,
you want what she has, you want to be free. You know the chains
are still there. You want to be free. In that moment you make the
decision, then you pray the shortest but the most powerful prayer
you have ever spoken in your life.

"Jesus, take my life." before you
know it your right by that girl, a fire rages inside your stomach
and fills your whole body. You are consumed by the most pure love
you have ever felt, the fire inside you bursts out from your
mouth and you start singing and praising God.

You feel hands on your back, people
pray for you, they cry out to Jesus as well thanking him for
bringing you home.